Doomscrolling on social media may be one of the most unproductive things one can choose to do with their time. You’re frying your dopamine receptors for an ounce of joy, draining your mind with bucketloads of fabricated content, sowing seeds of insecurity, jealousy, toxicity and despair, and gain little in return, apart from the answer to “what’s the theme of Puneet Superstar’s 50 latest reels” and “which generic redneck Republican did Hurt Cobain QT-dunk on again” (